Lizards in the Leaves

Rustlings in the green....imagination, art, whimsy

Apr 29, 2009

(NaPoWriMo) No. 29 in illness i am so present

in illness i am so present

i can hardly imagine


i focus on my breathing,

not in the way focus-on-breath
becomes meditation

but in the way that one watches
for signs of deteriorating conditions:


in illness no plans can be made
can only be unmade,
responsibilites unraveled

until guilt festoons the room,
though everyone says they understand.

don’t ask me to decide anything.
do not seek my wisdom today.

“tapioca pudding & fresh strawberries”
will be my answer to every question.

in illness i am easily tipped over,
too close to all the grief,
crying about my mother.

yet i am absurdly happy

because i washed my hair yesterday
because it spreads out, clean and soft,

on the white pillow around me.

--Zann Carter (04.29.09)

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At 4/29/09, 10:09 AM, Blogger Fair_Elaine said...

“tapioca pudding & fresh strawberries”

It's the perfect answer to all life's questions.

"because i washed my hair yesterday
because it spreads out, clean and soft,"

such a comforting scent...

Nice piece of poetry, it seems as though you're slowly but surely on the mend.
I hope you're back to normal by day's end.

At 4/29/09, 10:11 AM, Blogger Fair_Elaine said...

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